This morning after our routinary weekly Tae-Bo exercises, I couldn't hide the gleam in my eyes after hearing from our First Sergeant that we might already start packing our stuff for the holy week. I was thinking about how exciting that could get. I can finally visit home after my short visit last August when Mama got sick. I have a lot of stories to tell the people there.
Things turned inside-out (or rather, outside-in) and my excitement turned into blackhole when I heard about us being detailed in our office for the remaining days (Wed - Sun) because of the Blue Alert status of the camp.
Shoot. Sucks. Punyemas. AMP.
I knew it was one of the moments when the demarcation line between my self-perceived sanity and the 'otherwise' is as thin as anyone might be able to imagine. At any moment, I knew I could be packing up my things and get myself discharged ungracefully from my job. This happened before when I decided to terminate schooling for my second major.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Ay, anak... nagsondalo ka kase...
